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MiTURN
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Joined: 9/22/2006
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| a place for us novices...
Posted: 10/1/2006 8:52:25 AM | | Soft edge I liked your sensual, well selected words and rythmn. I think you are delightful in writing syle. | |
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| a place for us novices...
Posted: 10/1/2006 10:48:50 AM | Thank you softedge, I enjoyed your peices as well. One especially reminded me of something I wrote earlier, and I think I'm going to completely re-write it now that I've observed a little bit more of love and life.
Until then here's something I've recently edited that's about a year old.
I cannot see in colour
But I can still see her
Red dress
I’m impressed
I cannot see in colour
But I can see her
Brown eyes
Such surprise
I cannot see in colour
But I can see her
Presence drown my senses like incense
So intense
I cannot feel
I cannot see, may my mind play tricks forever
Even if it's never real
For my heart constricts
When she walks by
I have no attachment
I care about her but I'm far too shy
I can't tell her anything
I'll write her a song to sing
I have no vision to see her
But I can still feel her
Eyes smile at me
She sets me free
I am overwhelmed, it’s perfect
When my thoughts are washed away by her dialect.
Cheers! | |
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| a place for us novices...
Posted: 10/1/2006 12:09:36 PM | thank you, mi for your very kind words, feel free to post any of yours here too...
and flash, thank you too for gracing us with another here, provoking, evocative, kudos to you!
all are welcome here, as always has been since the inception of this thread.
we all learn each new day a way to pull or flow that which is inside us and grows. | |
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| a place for us novices...
Posted: 10/1/2006 12:25:03 PM | Listen now to a tale,
To a story from long ago.
About a princess as she waited,
For her hero to return.
Long ago as he held her,
Underneath the moon and stars.
A promise that he made her,
That he would one day return.
as the days grew into seasons,
As the nights grew long and cold.
True she was to his love,
Waiting for his sure return.
As she remembered a farewell kiss,
thier lips melting, becoming one.
A feeling that they shared,
That ther could be no other one.
So the princess waited,
Long and lonely nights grown cold.
For her loves promise.
Her soldier to return.
There could be no other,
For her she knew.
A love locked, held in her heart,
For him alone to share.
(Does he return? Do fairytales exist anymore, is there such a thing as a happy ending? Only time will tell, time and hope and faith) | |
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| a place for us novices...
Posted: 10/1/2006 12:32:28 PM | Where is she now, My princess so pretty.
As the rockets flare past, As the bullets fly by.
My thoughts are hazy,My vision is blurred.
What shall I do, Where shall I go.
Is it my life, a wanderer to be.
To never again, find a love for me.
Will I find someon, to have and hold.
Someone to love and love in return.
Where has love gone, has it passed me by.
Am I running away, it seems so easy.
Where is she now, my princess so pretty.
Find her I shall, where ere she may be. | |
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| a place for us novices...
Posted: 10/1/2006 1:18:39 PM | I hope he returns...
I seek her within the confines of my self-made dungeon
Or is it a castle, I can’t quite tell
I must acquire great reserves for the journey ahead
To venture deep within to rescue the princess
A nobler deed could not be attempted
I shall require steed to help me fly
Through the worlds most dangerous realms
I will encounter adversaries along the way
Who will doubt me? Myself, my own worst enemy
Slicing through the pride with razor sharp clarity
I dig in deep, plunging to the depths of my soul
To find the door locked and nowhere to turn
With all my might I fight
A gallant effort with surprising results
Behind the door she lies sleeping
As I push away the debris that crowds me from my love
I kneel and with a soft kiss and awaken the slumber that is her life
She enlivens to my touch and looks deep in my eyes
She is now safe
Free to dream, free to live, free to love again | |
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| This Age in Love is Laced With Lust.
Posted: 10/1/2006 4:47:39 PM | There’s no whisper
Silence is honest
I hold no questions, just an answer that I miss her
I am not the perfection I had promised
I thought we were beautiful but this city is a sewer
What surrounds me is not the perfection I was promised
There is no protection from the lies, the eyes and the fist
Of what has been, what is, and what will come
I am only one
But one of many
Acute respiration, a failing condensation of pure passing passion
In the fashion of pornography thoughts
What I’ve found is not what I sought
I lose my memory as I’m suffocated with sensation
A lip affection, then hated by connection
Eyes are locked
A gun is****d
A world of love is gone without a trace
This age in love is tied up in a lace
A lace of lust. | |
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| deep meaning if only to ourselves known
Posted: 10/3/2006 1:12:41 AM | gunslingser, intenzity, and flash~
wow, how did so much talent wind up here; in a place for us novices?!
i bow and curtsey to the gallantry displayed here for all to drink of and share.
i am blown away, reading these lines left herein this thread...
an honor to read, pure pleasure and many thanks for the gallant, those brave enough to post their thoughts and show such mastery in a most humble thread.
the princess now
lay yes almost sleeping
in her crumpled
gown wrinkled
n a bit mussed too
she bites her
bottom lip
and tries to keep
from weeping
she's taken off her jewelry
laid it softly on the table
closest to the bed
always a bit of an ordeal
and in specific order too
for our compulsions
have deep meaning
if only to ourselves known
an earring from each ear
clear red gems in silver
delicate yet strong
much like this woman
wishing she were capable
of emitting forth a song
but from her heart instead
pours the simplest of lines
three silver rings from one hand
one with an amazing setting
from far away oman
the magenta stone
has a life gleaming
all its own
while another of silver
intricately carved
sits atop the other
a reddish pink
star saphire
have yet to see
another one as this
from the orient
they each have
their own story
as does each person too
wondering when comes
our days of glory
all for myself and you
life was good
yesterday
good work
smiles and jokes
much completed
and ahh even a bit
of chocolate
melting in
her mouth
leaves her yearning
for more
she lay down
to finally relax
her weary thoughts
to fantacize
but picked up
the phone instead
(i hope he returns, too)
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| deep meaning if only to ourselves known
Posted: 10/3/2006 3:44:56 AM | O' her beauty, who could she be,
A goddess, a princess, an angel who.
Under her spell am I , so I must see,
Who could she be, answer for me.
An enchantress she is, weaving her spell,
Without even trying, I have stumbled and fell.
With one look in her eyes, I am under her spell,
A goddess must be, sent from heaven to dwell.
Long silky hair, flowing and fine,
Lips so inviting and sweet as wine.
The face of and angel, O' so divine,
Curves of Venus, wish she was mine.
My heart is racing, passion is high,
My breath is gasping, O' how I sigh.
--------I whisper, are you nigh,
Longing to hold you, O' I could cry. | |
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| a place for us novices...
Posted: 10/3/2006 11:30:27 AM |
gunslingser, intenzity, and flash~
wow, how did so much talent wind up here; in a place for us novices?!
Honestly I haven't seen anything on this forum as a whole that I would label as "novice" material. I only consider myself to be a novice because of my lack of education, my poor vocabulary, and my lack of knowledge when it comes to poetic terms and devices. I'm not very concerned about such things but because of them I'm a novice and will always consider myself to be one. I also find that the vast majority of my poems are aweful, and the ones I've posted so far throughout the site have been my favourites, though I never expected them to be as warmly received as they have. I've been quite surprised, and the kind words have inspired me to edit and finish poems that I haven't touched in ages just so some might enjoy them. Wow... that was long... alright then on to a poem!
The sun continuously shines.
Just like our children
Over the years.
Raindrops continuously fall.
Just like bombs.
Just like tears.
Tectonics continue to shake.
Just like when we're angry,
Or facing our fears.
The oceans continue to rise and fall.
Just like our hopes.
Just like our dreams.
Plants continue to grow.
Just like our minds.
Just like our feelings.
But gardens need light to grow,
And soil,
And water,
And a gentle hand to weed.
The sun continues to shine,
The plate tectonics continue to shake,
The rain continues to fall,
Maybe it's me. | |
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| a place for us novices...
Posted: 10/3/2006 5:12:03 PM |  
i created this thread as a perhaps safe place for those like myself, new and timid in expressing themselves and their deeper vulnerabilities... whether drawn on from past present or future possibilities; the importance is felt within each and every post here!
myself not knowing much at all of the semantics of poetry styles besides feeling it's pull to play with ideas and words, as my own style is undeniably naive and very elementary; but that is simply how i am, a mix of assertiveness and some fears too.
it's great to see posters sharing and contributing here on these pages; i am grateful for all who post herein, very much so. thank you all for your expressions, imagery and descision to post here, inspiring and provoking further all who read your lines! | |
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| a place for us novices...
Posted: 10/3/2006 8:54:14 PM | ohh yes now today it's different
than that first time we laid eyes upon the other
then a prominent funky psychedelic attitude
it was like a digi techi style visualised
the quirky modern classic reinvented
inhaled unto all senses
reflected in my eye's dilated pupils
now everythings different again
felt by kisses surely known to be missed
arms entangled suprisingly comforting
or we're just the best damn actors
hey its our show all for the other
have i ever told you~ well yeah you're the best
i ever had the pleasure of swallowing whole
yeah well now you surely just know
i remember you saying i glow
still you comment as you caress
this softness of my skin
as over me you hover and stare
deeply into these very eyes
as they swim deeply back into yours
making us both smile and lower our gaze
to softly feed on each others lips
and only grow more hungry
well maybe it's not just me
then maybe baby it's not just you
you've all but given up
doesn't need a tag or name now
chalk it up to lust if you must
whatever you like methinks it's just us
water's essence behaves as earth
unexpectedly new and fresh
sweet smelling fragrance of
simple sprawling skin to skin
limbs innertwined lazily
nope not a sin this is more
this tongue seeks it's pleasures
tastes inexplicable because
no one will ever taste like you do
except but you; its true
gently playful and spontaneous
embracing compassion
feeding imagination most lush
it's important to relax, to breathe
damn you know too; this is ok to need
only maybe not to bleed
not stopping my desire and wants
deciphering if now you
playfully taunt me as i sigh
trying to stifle my sounds
realising my fantasy is true
heralding this wellspring coming forth
starts all with a lil snuggle n shared smile
knowing it's ok to play and stay awhile
relaxing and stretching out like a cat
mmmm that spot you always get
in my left shoulder and on my back
rub it out both softly then harder
till it's surely gone for now again
i sure ain't feeling no pain
you for now remain my healing touch
into each bit of my cellular structure
to draw from memory when needed
mmmmhmmm knowing right now
exactly what i can do for you
as you feign suprise but know it too
for what we feel we cannot deny
or even begin to try
but damn floating again
full of endorphin's rush
wiped clean of any bad attitude
all this and more we know what's in store
before even closely satiating the other
you know the secrets to my me
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| underlying attitude
Posted: 10/3/2006 9:42:25 PM | yeah thoughts and feelings underly all attitudes
seed of hope perhaps as yet unseen
remains a challenge to be sure, yet remains pure
one to be met and somehow resolved yet i remain strong
as my mind makes its preparations and takes its time
for all that still yet remains to be seen
no abuse of power will exist no matter the opposing tower
like the scattered chessboard begging for its players
new ideas and ideals still forming to hold tightly to
experiences past cannot be erased yet they cannot last
i look upwards to the beauty of our moon and wonder
while tides rush in and flow out like a physical mantra
life is but as dream both beaten by blows and kissed by reality
what we do in wakening matters more than that we once hid
each of us, no matter whom or where we are must just be
mid ground is best not above nor below but by just being | |
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| underlying attitude
Posted: 10/4/2006 1:39:53 AM | attitude evolving into future
the stars catch my gleaming eyes
shining they sing to to me new hopes
and revelation of further insight
seed of inspiration, courage and faith
enlightenment of many senses of
self, body and mind are the present shell
covering deeply buried insecurities
yet drawn toward the ever radiant light
as the rare and beautiful moth
shrugs out of its cocoon to begin life anew
at the end of a too long and dark time
but onward toward lightness and laughter
essence of fire growing n posing as desire
swirling of water indicating extreme thirst
earth green shrinking represents perception
and assumptions tangle my attitude
forget the seducer-predator flings on
whatever guise is of others desire
yet in time shows and unfolds
pushing all aside to manifest
their true motives and disregard
of all else because they own
but a shuddering idea of intimacy
as i try to shake and clear this head
what demon can i not confront
that i would not spit in the face of
and already may have, none i say
for the sake of a new shiney day?
do i hide from my own self's
knowledgeing and accepting of id?
creativity, curiosity, consuming and
invention, most primal unleashed passion
served this chameleon very very well
before nature deemed it necessary
that she begin shedding her protective
armour, skin and past to drink deeply
of water no longer fire, to breathe deeply
of air no longer mere oxygen, and to live
a life as never dreamt possible yet before | |
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| underlying attitude
Posted: 10/4/2006 8:51:44 AM | A quote for your post, appropriate I hope.
"Whoever does not have the stomach for this fight, let him depart,
give him money to speed his departure, since we wish not to die
in that man's company. Whoever lives past today and comes home
safely will rowe himself every year on this day, show his neighbors
his scars, and tell embellished stories of all thier great feats of battle.
These stories will teach his son and from this day until the end of the
world we shall be remembered. We few, we happy few, we band of
brothers; for whoever has shed his blood with me shall be my brother
and those men afraid to go will think themselves lesser men as they
hear of how we fought and died together."
-William Shakespear HenryV | |
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| a place for no vices
Posted: 10/4/2006 8:54:49 PM | turn and face me
my new found friend
there is something
I need to say
close your eyes
so you can hear me
tell you all the things
you really ought to know
hold your breath
then hold my close
if there is anything
you don't think I will be able to handle
say it quick without fear of unsettling
all the care we've built between us
so nothing can keep us apart
burn or erase me ,my old self
there is nothing left to say
cut the ties that make me appear
to miss all those things
that I needed to let go
hold that thought
and hold my hand
is there anything here
that you don't understand
take your pick and make it clear
it's so upsetting it's so unfair
that time healed the obvious
and did everything to keep us apart | |
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| a place for us novices...
Posted: 10/4/2006 10:24:23 PM | The Echo's Of My Soul:
Believe the unbelievable
Imagine the unimaginable
Accept the unexplained
See beyound the unknown
Soar the unattainable
Feel the aura of mystery
Breathe the essence of life
-Joelleigh Kohl- | |
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| a place for all vices
Posted: 10/4/2006 10:29:26 PM | pushmepullyou
what an animal
do you remember
that horrid thing
wtf was that?!
monster of genetics
child's nightmare mine
well yeah it was different
but scary when all's
said and done...
but it ain't | |
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| lusting for spontaneous creative combustion
Posted: 10/4/2006 10:42:53 PM | their IS the whisper, in memories
as silence indeed is most true and fair
sometimes when there's nothing needing
to be said and the quiet is welcoming
maybe i ought eat my own advice
more often without even need of
looking in the mirror of deception
we're still beautiful and yes
the city is but a sewer spewing
and breeding garbage so then please
look to the sky the heavens stars and
the moon, ohh that damn moon again
words true of no protection from lies
or eyes or even fists remembered
we are all but one but remember
that makes us alike in that sameness too
pornographic images and lusts can easily
turn in realities here in screenland but for
us who seek more what's really in store only
future knows as she cradles us in her hand
lust such a powerful thing a string untied
a thigh exposed is nothing without the truth
lips are bold passion ignites flames which
turn into spontaneous combustion sometimes
my mind my body my heart my needs
my my my so am i so very self indulgent again
wanting the needs of comfort of that which
physical body and vulnerable mind connected
thank you flash, i always enjoy your words paintings! | |
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| free or prisoner of thought
Posted: 10/4/2006 10:48:27 PM | she indeed lives within the confines
of her self indulgent creation quite clearly
free or prisoner remains yet to be seen
as she is in circles again stringing verse
when she ought to be sleeping and dreaming
weaving thoughts taking over tripping and
stripping away layers of tarnish and peeling
away of skin shaking off the past to begin anew
intenzity thank you too!
very vivid imagery, very crafty are youl with your silver pen. | |
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| a place to lay some lines down, to feel, to frolic, to be
Posted: 10/4/2006 11:05:31 PM | buckle up wind it down womanchild
many lines along these threads i read
so many to reflect upon and garner insight
from a very different angle
for this, the mathematically challenged
inspiration forms within
evoking like minds
to excrete and purge
sometimes shocked
at what springs forth
i guess like giving birth
ideals and reflection vast to
spread out stretching and finally
flying and offering up any others
to drink deeply of the flask
if it helps the thirst within
finally stop relax and just be
reminding myself to breathe
just because i hate sniveling
doesn't mean i don't realize
when i do just that on;y makes me
think more and that ain't my answer
spoiled indeed i need to chill and just be
who'da thunk it seems i want to run again
gunslinger, thank you, for your service and your ideals.
be safe kind sir, be well, and thank you for the apropos henry here!
thank you lyriclover for your visit here again. nice threads you recently began, kudos!
and arcauso, please feel free here to post anytime; i welcome all but few women post here so it's an honor you shared yours tonight; insightful, simple in it's grace, i thank you. | |
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| a place to lay some lines down, to feel, to frolic, to be
Posted: 10/7/2006 10:49:31 AM | but ooh those words
choose just who you save today~
huh?
well ok, then i pick me
for sad as tis
i've flailed and i've failed
miserably so, and for what?
whenever attempting
to right other's wrongs
when they don't wanna
be right can't refuse
they own their right
to be themselves
not having to choose
or when singing sweet songs
falls upon and in deaf ears
eyes look through me
assumptions too many are made
on all sides when playing games
such as those for the distraught
all for naught or the few
imagine the curse
as forging one's own way
kinda like blindly leading
the blind to nowhere
too exhausting that
too even consider
right now in this
space and time
or frame of my mind
as some don't want
to be truly saved
so best to leave
rather than stay
gotta remember
the heart | |
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| a place to lay some lines down, to feel, to frolic, to be
Posted: 10/7/2006 10:50:27 AM | now is this thing fate or dumb áss bad luck
neither; as it's just a shrugging sulk
somewhat like a tantrum turned inside
and i know we've all been there
or here as it is undercover openly
what is going on inside of me
isn't because of you or him or her~
it takes me time to digest things
after twisting n turning them inside
like the bored coffeemaker's grind
self loathing overflowing
because i'm now one of those
just another one
yeah we all know them
those humans that
took the same path
down the same road yet
expecting different scenes
ya'll know what i mean
struggling here in mind
twisting deeper in soul
burning in seething skin
or is it sin
my own worst enemy am i
this too shall pass but
right now i bleed
rightfully as i ought
till i fukking rot
for i did something
REALLY beyond stupid
i jumped at the chance
to be bitten again
and so now i sit bleeding
in my swollen head and heart
just sitting in my shit
near it you don't wanna sit
you see it really isn't you
yeah it's just plain
it's drivel, a snivel
it's smee just more
of the same shame
burning stinging searing
engulfed in ravenous flames
hunger eatings it's bits away
bit by simpering bit
again yes again whining
but trying to get past
self inflicted pain | |
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| a place to lay some lines down, to feel, to frolic, to be
Posted: 10/7/2006 10:51:49 AM | when and why isn't what matters most
or maybe it truly was for me
but returning to a better place surely
helped more than you could know this night
so thorb and neseemoo; thank you
i read both of your posts and finally
some tears welled and flowed
as was my indulgent need
thank you both for your kindness
here extended and which
tonight i clung to
between you two here
a chat with a dear friend
and grace in my mailbox
i gained much through
generosity more than words
i availed myself to sustenance too | |
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| a place to lay some lines down, to feel, to frolic, to be
Posted: 10/7/2006 10:56:30 AM | around the revolving door some folks get stuck it seems weirdly, cause it only moves
as fast as we push it ourselves
now gush out like tidal flows somethings seem backwards from how they were here by faras i've had a houseguest like that once for more than a few months and i ain't no shuga momma not then not now or future but i can see how thats seen from reading between some lines not my thing not going to pretend understanding once upon dreams not my own...
nor am i the flava of the day
the drivel that i was tossed about was a very local one while some think they know while they don't at all no moving west was ever encouraged as as i'm****d further in my sights and sites prefer overseas different cultures awaiting and hell yeah i'm seriously into contemplating without divulging even yet nary a secret here a place with smooth mellow chocolatey dark ale and folks don't hesitate to say what they mean
in cheekiest of ways while smiling and joking
tonight you might find success not having much to do with any silky dress or driving extra miles or prompted smiles hell or even meeting some worthy man for i've already
one very dear to me and am glad to have a plan
i hope more can see and know
that success has more to do with simply being you for you
and my simply being me
for me acceptance and clarity
rather than chewing cud and throwing out blase rhymes
or as sheep just always going with the flow
since secrets aren't meant to be opened in an open forum i've not spilt any here
but made the mistake of opening forth reality of my perspective feelings brooding
ooh no one wants to read that though because sometime's it ain't pretty
and mostly just indulgent shit is loathesome self pity
yeah i'm human too but can't just throw down fluffy pictures of musings
with no real inner meanings on anyone's command smiling a bit wickedly thinking
at some sheep and a few lame admonishments as if i were a sweet lamb (perhaps for slaughter bound?) clearly as i post here not for anyone but myself
on a day home ill respecting but the lines here of a few i hope they know who they are
many i pass over as well i'm sure they do me; swell!
nothing suits me finer than stranger's eager misconstructions and assumptions
of who and what i am for those that truly know wouldn't judge me so...
so quick to pick and spat like starving rats without any of their own ideas
for throwing down the lines just running for the crumbs
clouded delusions
blocked creativity
patterns of rhythym
as caring and giving
live and let live
laugh in the rain
run naked in the sun
do whatever you must do
accept before drawing
lines within your own
for they might just as easily
be said to you in all sincerity
i do like the quilt here woven each one so like themselves but again thats just my ideal:
colorful honest and real diverse and controversial even as a community ought be
even when at a different pace but since i took up so much space how bout hat last line
around the revolving door | |
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